The cat loped home from the far-away when I struck the bell of his name, and love bounded out to meet him. A memory arrived in the same way, as did the day.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Thursday, December 24, 2015
The tiny many
In my cabinet of earth's weathers, shelves of leaf and dew uncatalogued. The label would say, I do not forget you.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
A yellow flower's view
Wan sun. Still, it's something to follow in the blank skies of winter. Unless it snows. Those flakes and the night's stars don't mean as much to me.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
From one minute to the next
Those feelings that get up with me, crouching since dawn with the cat
who wants breakfast. The street life of my soul, the watcher watching it.
who wants breakfast. The street life of my soul, the watcher watching it.
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